Flash #3

I'm falling through a never ending space; twisting and losing my sense of reality.  Then suddenly, I hit asphalt.  I look up, shocked.  I glance down and hope the clothes we found will work.  I see a building with an old sign faintly reading SHOES. This building is made entirely of brick, and so are most of the other buildings.  At home our buildings are glass, steel, or platinum.  I curiously glance at a street vendors wares, but I can't figure out what it is she's selling. 
Luckily, no one is staring at me.  I seem to be blending in just fine.  I see a child running with what looks like floating balls in bright colors attached to strings.  He lets them go, and they rise toward the sky!  That's against the law of gravity, these people must be more advanced than we thought.  I walk along the coast and look out at the ocean.  Our ocean is much larger than theirs.  I see a woman with writing on her arms.  I wonder why.  Maybe she's a special soldier or some sort of royalty.  Or maybe she's been labeled a criminal.  The writing could be warning people to stay away.  I try to make out what it says but she notices me staring so I hurry off in the opposite direction.  I should stay and investigate this peoples' way of life. Everyone at home will want to know about them.  If I can figure out how to get home. 

Flash #2

A young woman walks down a dirt road.  Her brown curls bounce and her books swing in her basket as she hurries along.  She is not late of course, she likes to arrive early.  Conversations stop as she passes, and eyes openly stare.  She, however, takes no notice.  She learned long ago not to listen to gossip.  People would say things like, "Who does she think she is?" or "It really is a pity, what can become of beautiful women like that."  Most of the young men were intimidated by her, and the girls were spiteful. Older women would sometimes grab her hand and say, "You're in our prayers."  She would smile with closed lips and move on without saying a word.  They treated her like she had a disease.  But she was fine, everyone makes mistakes.  Some people's mistakes are just more noticable than others.

Flash #1

Masked men drag my bloodied body down into the dungeons.  My mind urges my body to fight back, but any small movement is agony after the brutal beating I just suffered.  I feel naked without the weight of my sword at my side, and my father's armor as protection. I hear the squeal of hinges and cry out as I am thrown against cold stone.
I wake to a throbbing head and blurred vision. I push myself upright and slip on something wet.  I slowly process that its my own blood.  I strain to remember exactly what happened.  She betrayed me.  How did I not see it? People around me saw it, but I defended her.  She was working for them all along.  She's probably laughing at me right now.
I wonder if they'll torture me tomorrow.  If that's their plan, I won't last long.  But if they wanted me dead they would've done it by now.  No...they want me to suffer.  Killing me would be too easy.
I timidly reach up and feel my back; twenty lashes, given to me by a masked man while she watched.  I look down at my burned torso and arms.  They branded me a dozen times with their symbol.  Even if I heal it'll never go away.  My face is swollen and my lip and nose are crusted with blood.  Panic suddenly grips me and tears threaten to fall from my eyes. How can I hope to live through this?  I can't.  My only hope is that death will take me quickly.